Hot For Teacher

My coffee is hot as I study the world history syllabus for a fifth time. Professor Oakley's cell phone number is toward the top of the page and so is his email. The temptation to text him by accident has crossed my mind, but I would be no different than the other girls considering flunking to get a tutoring session."Earth to Cora? Did you hear anything I just said?" Evelyn taps her nails against her notebook and walks across our dorm room. I almost wish my best friend wasn't my roommate. If Evelyn was someone new who didn't know all my quirks I might be able to get away with wallowing in my thoughts."No, sorry studying the syllabus," I reply as I continue to scan the pages. I'm hoping to learn more about Professor Oakley. I will say this, I'm rather impressed with how quickly he put the syllabus together the night before."You've been reading it for an hour. Unless...something happened in that class yesterday that you're not telling me."My cheeks are flustered and my palms get swea

The meeting with Professor Oakley went far better than I thought it would. But even still, I will keep my distance and tell Evie it flopped. I need time to process everything that has transpired. I'm not even sure I believe it myself.In order to make tutoring successful, I need to come with an outline of questions prepped and ready to go. Evie's memorized my class schedule. I am not sure what to tell her about tutoring before world history. I'm sure I will come up with some reason to be gone.Evie comes waltzing in. Her coffee has stained her notebook. Her face looks frazzled from college life."Well, how did it go this morning with a certain older gentleman?" Of course she jumps right into her interrogation mode, as predicted."Well, it didn't go as well as I had hoped.""Is he married or something?" I honestly hadn't thought to investigate his relationship status. But it's a good enough excuse to get her off my back."Yeah, there was a picture of him and some female on his desk. He

Date night is here! Evie is excited to get down and dirty with Benjamin in the aftermath of our double date. Me on the other hand, I have no plans to fuck Dante. That would be too soon and I want losing my v-card to mean something. Or at least a little something. If I am to sleep with Dante I want to get to know him first or even fall for him a little before hand. I'm not asking too much. It took me two months to fall for Spencer, I am sure I could repeat the process if need be.I spent the entire world history class period avoiding eye contact with Professor Oakley. I sat by Dante who doodled guitars all over his notes. At least we have drawing in common. It was a nice discovery prior to our date night. It allowed me to have enough time to sketch a large guitar for Dante.I pull the guitar drawing out of my sketch book and roll it up for Dante. I slip it into my purse. Evie is ready for me to become a woman. I wear a nice tightly fitting black dress and don't feel like myself one bit

Did last night really happen? It's getting hard to distinguish fact from fiction. It's all a blur now. I wake up early and find an impatient Evie waiting for me at the end of my bed."What the hell happened last night? Where did you go? How did you get back here?" Evie taps her fingers on my desk with her bright nail polish.Now what am I supposed to do? I did text Dante that I wasn't feeling well. I could just roll with that story and be done with it."I got sick. I think some one spiked my drink and I got a ride home with a girl from my English class. It's fine. I text Dante. I feel bad about it. But my stomach was fire and you and Benjamin were enjoying each other's faces too much. I didn't want to bother you."I'm not a habitual liar or a pathological one, but lying to Evie is getting easier. I don't want to make a habit of lying to her, but until I know how I feel about Blake and if it's worth it my lips need to remain shut. He and I have an understanding about that.This is a ne

I bring my sketch book to my date. Dante doesn't have anything fancy planned. But still hanging out with him is better than being broken by Spencer or having my heart crushed by a tall blonde woman waltzing into my professor's office. I shouldn't even care who my teacher fraternizes with and yet I do."Is something wrong? You seem distracted?" Dante asks as he holds a pair of drum sticks in his hands and begins striking the table loudly. His drumming annoys the coffee shop staff enough they come over and tell him to put them away or he will need to leave."I am distracted. That darn history test. I won't pass. And I'm annoyed with Professor Oakley."Fuck that last part was not supposed to slip. My mouth has run away with me again."What did he do? Make us study? Maybe college isn't your thing."Maybe Dante is to preoccupied with his drumming to notice. I almost want to talk about history so I can be mad at Blake. We aren't dating, but why did he rub me in places no one else has. Am I